Archive for vampire poetry

So Sudden They Bite

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on June 24, 2011 by dc

It’s happening again,
Their tongues are scaled
And they’re laying eggs,

There’s a gentle hiss
And a creeping mist
This hand shadowed night,

Some are still thinking
It’s invisible theatre,
A nothing
In the drunken
A dust cloud,
A clutch of falling leaves.

Spines ridged
With microphone wires,
Nails filed
For the cameras,

Hidden in corners,
A vicious glint
In their eyes,

They’re here,

And still the strollers ignore
All the signs,

Some are immune
To the flashing lights now,
To the day glow grinning
And headlines,

Something evil
Is snarling,
And still the lame folk
Sit yawning,

Soon they’ll be selling
Their children
To zoos.

When the Vampires Cry Back

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 11, 2009 by dc

It’s a deafening scream
When the vampires cry back,
Their faces turned youthful
As their sour tears collide

With the truth on a precipice,
A dog on a string,
All pathetic and boney,
A moment from darkness.

An improvised blackout
Takes the eyes of the generals,
There are truths in the night sky,
A pale whine pervading,

Where they once sat untouched
They are now sad and broken,
A whispering hollow,
A humbling bond.

Vampire Clouds

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 10, 2008 by dc

As you sleep
And the dreams
You gently collect
Turn sour in seconds
They come,

Like a string
Pulled at the base
Of your
Favourite jumper,
Things unravel,

Through the sky
Drop into buildings,
Flames wake you,
Whispers settle.

The teeth
Of ‘something’s not right’
Plant rashes
On your skin,
You are gone now,

You are taken
By indecision,
Sucked dry of all hope,
All it took
Where a few bad decisions

And now
Everything is dark,
Even the love
You handed to strangers
Is forgotten,

You are twisted
Like gutters in storms,
For words of advice,
Broken by myths.


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on September 12, 2008 by dc

I must have been cherished
To be revisited by the bloated shifters,
Built on superstitions and brandy,
They were never pale,
Just wheezing and ruddy
Puppeteers of the night,
Shrouded in whispering mystery.

They uplifted me
Like they truly believed
I could be someone special,
Then one night
As a steel moon shone
The teeth followed whispers
And the stars shrank to darkness.

I was burst like balloons
Under the feet of straightened clowns,
Drained like a gutter
An hour after storms,
In the middle of this madness
I took hope in a fatal truth,
Take away love and the world is a tomb.

And the Vampires Pretend

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 16, 2008 by dc

The cancerous night skies cooked deep in winter
As the animals in the zoo jettisoned dins,
Beggars locked horns,
There were too many faces in the clouds
And there were charred photos everywhere,
Self pity had painted its frames.


It’s easy to fall into recollections of pain,
Like an old woman’s memoirs about a life of ‘not quite’,
Dead angels in a quarry,
Or ghosts floating slowly across rivers of tar,
When we all need love most
It’s often dead in a jar,


A gallery, a well thumbed book,
A photo frame, a yellowed note.


When we all need love most it stays quiet just like dusk
And the dust slowly settles
As the vampires pretend they are more than mere myths
And the cysts of world troubles pop like blisters in space,
It’s all races and graces if we all face the facts,
We’re just random truths lost
Amongst the scurry of rats.